THE FIVE

SYNOPSIS THE FIVE

I was dangerous. And now I am dead. The lord of the land, that’s what I was. Making millions of dollars every week. Living on the dangerous side of life and loving it. Looking to protect my land and for persons to kill. Whoever came onto my land, disappeared. I had to protect it, so I could make a living. Lying just in between those five hills, it was naturally covered. Invisible to everyone just passing by. Those five hills are symbolic. Used for burial grounds back in the days until now. Graves were dug on the hills, and then they were overgrown with vegetation to cover them up. But underneath the vegetation, there was a landscape of graves. And hiding places. Once in, you’re lost. But I knew every inch of that land. Most of it, I build myself. I set it up myself and I’ve got the map inside my head.

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One day I was busy packing the drugs. You must know, that drugs come in daily and have to be processed the same day. Drugs are made locally and brought to me by the farmers. I did have men working for me but I was used to working with them and so keeping an eye on things and the men. I had this farmhouse on the north side of the land. It looked innocent and it also included a little farm shop. All kinds of people brought their stuff to the shop so no one suspected anything.

That one day I had to prepare a big shipment. That usually was collected from the South side. I had a large storage room over there. So we had to pack it up and take it to the South side on a road that was partly underground and partly through the burial grounds. That was not for everyone. Every once in a while there was someone new working for me who got scared off by the graves. I used to get some boys off the street since this was a poor country. Always lots of working hands available, and I liked them young, so I could influence them. I never told them everything, only what they needed to know.

My name is Enrico Salazar. The land had another purpose to me. It was also a hiding place for another hobby of mine. Hunting and killing. Those boys from the street, no one would miss them. They were often from poor families who couldn’t take care of them anymore. Every once in a while, I would take one for a “nightly adventure”. I lured them in, making a promise of more work. We would then go further into the middle of the land. I released them and told them my true intentions, which often made them run. Then I took my rifle and followed.

I’ve got a lot of stories to tell. One night, I was working in the dungeon I built. It was a hiding place for me where I also kept bodies. The special ones. The ones I tortured. Or the ones that made me run for it. The ones that hid for me. I hung them on a hook on the wall. Sometimes still alive. I had lots of fun in my dungeon. Lots of people on those walls too. So I was working there one night. Things had to be cleaned up, those bodies fell apart after some time and I have to kind of put them together again.

When a country is poor, it opens a lot of possibilities for people like me. Other people are at my disposal and nobody cares. The crimes I commit are not looked into and are not even known. So I could roam free my whole life. And I did!

There were many women in my life. If I wanted one, I just picked them up, promising them work. Usually household work or work in the garden. They saw my car and thought I was rich. I liked them the younger the better. The older I got, the more difficult it was for me to get them to go with me. So I asked my friend Anna to go with me. We have been friends since our childhood, we grew up together. And she learned what we had to do to get somewhere. To get money. To get what we want. When you have a rough childhood, you get kind of numb. You get used to seeing bad things and doing bad things. If money is involved, it’s just you or me. You get kind of twisted when you have a rough childhood. Some people get just evil. And that’s what happened to me.

So from a young age, I was on the prowl. Hunting for money and hunting to get rid of that urge I had. The urge to kill. The urge to kill came from being mistreated and being ignored, so I know now. I could kill someone because of that. Time after time. And I did it till the day I died. I must have killed hundreds of people in my lifetime. I was 68 when I died. I died because I wanted to kill one too many. He was stronger than me so that got me killed. And then he got lost in the dungeon. He couldn’t get out! Around the dungeon is a maze. To make things even harder. No one ever got out. Over the years I had lots of people trying to escape me, but I always got them in the end.

I earned a lot of money but stayed under the radar. I believed that was the safest. Just my little farm shop and my little house behind the shop. Looking innocent. The woods behind the shop were just there. They also belonged to me, only admissible through a small footpath behind my house. There was also a fence around my property, so that kept everyone out. The perfect hiding place.